STARDROP CELEBRATION: FINAL DAY

[starhuemod]

LET'S PARTY!
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A. Arrivals and Much More

You’re here because you were dropped somewhere that tried sending you home, or you're someone with a call to the heart to explore the vast universe. The buses run at odd schedules, so please pardon any interruptions! I hope you fellas make yourselves at home, here!

[ Marjorie’s whole speech rings through your ears as you begin to explore the area. It seems a few people who arrived on the TDM have already been here for a week, but you’re just a newcomer. So where are you when this all went down? Are you trying to get back on a bus that’ll take you home, or…?

B. Home Sweet Home

[ The dust has settled on the bus ride here, and you can’t help but notice that your farmland… well, it’s a mess. Rocks and grass everywhere, no matter which layout you were set with. You were given a set of tools, and the message that this land is yours to shape or change or build on no matter what you want, so long as it’s yours. The little crate by the edge of the house is what will hold your bounties from farming, collected nightly with money delivered to your mailbox the following day, like some kind of Produce Fairy visited.

The house is in alright shape. It’s not brilliant, but it has a kitchen, a bathroom, and a studio bedroom where all your belongings can be. It’s wide enough to accommodate several things until you upgrade it.

Sometimes you see a stray dog or cat at the edge of your property. Do you adopt it?

Anyway, it’s time to make what you will of your farm. ]


The Last Day Of
The Stardrop Celebration!
FESTIVAL PLAYLIST

[ Down a hill a little ways from Pelican Town is a remarkable festival set-up! Several attractions and vendors line the streets where everything is going down. Where will you go? ]

C. Food Stalls

[ Surrounding the entire property are dozens of food stalls, from all around the universe. Marjorie bussed in caterers from all around with a healthy sum of gold, and they’re happy to sell their wares in this strange place tonight. Where you might find octopus balls, you’ll also find kraken balls. Where you might find corndogs, you’ll find dogs selling corn.

It’s a veritable buffet! And the gold you’ve started with is more than enough to go shopping for food. Have fun! ]

D. Games

[ All manners of Carnival Games are set up! From throwing a baseball at bottles to catching goldfish with a paper net, everything you can dream of is here. There are even some unorthodox games, like dance-offs, karaoke, and a little bit of everything. Apparently, the NPC couldn’t choose who to go with what. It definitely makes for a big festival.

In addition to the above, there’s water gun races, squeaky duck ponds, skee-ball, target shooting, test your strength with a hammer, pitching speed, shooting hoops… and more! ]

E. Three-legged Race

[ You didn’t think this festival was going to go by without tomfoolery, did you? For the prize of 1,000 Gold, you can rally up a partner and get tied to them by the ankle, participating in a no-rules no-bars-held race. The winners will be randomized! But the real gift is going to be the fact that the ties around your ankles? Aren’t coming undone. You’re going to have to be tied together until 11 PM! ]

F. Fireworks

[ Errant magic and mishaps aside, you have to admit, the fireworks show at the end of it all is really something. Marjorie hired a pony for them, and the lights are as ethereal as they are non-traditional. It’s a good moment to snuggle up to someone or enjoy company with a new friend. ]

G. Wildcard

[ Exactly what it says! Make your own prompt. ]

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Comments

[inthemiddle]

I see, I hope you use such power well. We Druids are sworn pacifists, we are bonded to never use our magic to harm. [which Silas always admired about his kind, one of their better qualities. All their magic was to heal, protect, or to embolden others. He is chewing on a mushroom when she asks her question, making him smile softly after he's done and ready to answer.]

Not learned at all, it's a gift of the Myddvai seeds. Those are, uhm, what cause this. [he points to his ears, the lilies that twitch and move along with his expressions so naturally. Even among his own people they can be quite the curiosity]

The tricky part about shifting into an animal is the turning back, really.

[astralera]

I am the Mothercrystal's chosen champion. I protect my world from the Darkness that seeks to engulf it.

[ in short, she really has no choice but to learn methods of combat. her first memory - only a few years ago now, though it feels like an eternity - is of Hydaelyn making her Her champion. Her Warrior of Light.

Hear, feel, think were the first words she ever knew, and the Mothercrystal's voice the first voice. even if Hydaelyn wasn't the mother of her home world Era would do as She asked, because She is the only mother Era's known. ]

Your ears were transformed by seeds?

[inthemiddle]

Don't misunderstand, my people have warriors and the like, there is inevitably a time where force may be necessary. We just cannot use magic to that end, it is against our better judgement. I'm sure your people are lucky to be protected by someone who knows so much. [they have a history of atrocities done with misused magic and long sworn to never make such mistakes again. It's not something they liked to speak about among the Springtide, but Silas wasn't the type to ignore such a past. It needed to be learned from and considered a caution.]

And yes, as was my hair changed. The flowers bind me to the realm of the Fae and allow me to control magic. Becoming Seeded is what we call it, and it was merely the last of many trials I underwent to come a Druid. Funny, I can scarcely remember my previous ears, I've gotten so used to these. [he laughs softly, patting at one with the flat of his fingers. Just any other part of him, though he knew they made a striking first impression]

[astralera]

My people have others protecting them as well. I play only a small part in it. [ and she truly believes this - Blessing of Light or no, in her mind she only has a minor role in things. she is the weapon, but her friends and allies make everything else happen.

she finds the idea of pacifistic mages interesting though, for even the Padjal White Mages will use their magic to destroy corrupt things that threaten the Twelvewood. ] All disciplines of magic in my world have some offensive spells, even if they are a branch of healing. It is interesting to learn of a people who use strictly healing magicks.

[ while disappointed she won't be able to learn how to shapeshift herself, Era's childlike curiosity continues to shines through. ]

Can you control their movement?

[inthemiddle]

[Silas is just fine with indulging her curiosity, his own also being fed into. Between taking bites of actual food, of course, he's still enjoying his skewer immensely.]

Why yes, much more than I could my other ears. Though, admittedly, I could wiggle those a bit, too. [he chuckles under his breath before moving his ears about to show their range of motion. They can do quite a lot; wilting downward, closing, opening. They move almost like a cat could swivel it's ears, but are still distinctly flower-like in manner. It occurs to him he's maybe being too indulgent, looking just a tad bashful]

N-Not to show off too much.

[astralera]

[ Era realizes she's been so distracted with her questions that she's yet to eat her skewer. She quickly eats the entire thing in two large bites while she watches Silas move his ears. As much as she would enjoy savoring it she's also still recovering from starvation and dangerously low aether reserves, meaning it's hard for her to restrain herself.

She can always come back and get more later. ]

Their movement is not unlike a Miqo'te's, though floral rather than feline.

[ She tilts her head to the side, uncertain why he would think himself showing off - she had asked, and he was kind enough to answer her questions with detail. ]

You indulged my curiosity - I would not call that showing off. I don't have ears, so it's always interesting to see how they work for others.

[inthemiddle]

Oh, you don't? I had assumed the, uhm... [he gestures to his own face, around the area Era has... actually, he's not sure what they are] well, they look somewhat like fins-- [he catches himself, realizing making such comments on someone's physical aspects is likely incredibly rude]

I, I apologize! I wouldn't mean it as an unflattering description! [how ungracious of him....]

[astralera]

They are horns, as all Au Ra have. Sound vibrates through their interior.

[ she'd add in something here about her scales as , well, proud as she is of them normally. she can't wait for them to finish growing back. ]

[inthemiddle]

[he feels awkward about being so careless in his comments, but he'll forge onward with the conversation, still so curious himself.]

I see. Admittedly, I have not heard of the Au Ra, I assume those are your people? What are they like?

[astralera]

There are two clans of Au Ra - Raen, like myself, and Xaela. The main physical difference is Xaelen horns, scales, and tails are the colour of ebony.

Common between both are heights. The women are on average five fulms in height while the men average seven.

Xaela are more nomadic and are known as fierce warriors. Raen integrated with the other races of the Far East.

[ she shrugs. a bit embarrassed. ] I was not raised amongst Au Ra so I don't know much beyond that.

[inthemiddle]

[How very.... precise of descriptions. Silas listens attentively, but he can sense a distance, which is later confirmed. Not raised among her own people... not something Silas could relate to, but he can sympathize. Well, he can try. If he hadn't been raised among the Springtide, perhaps their worse parts wouldn't be so ingrained into him. Or so he'd like to think...]

It seems you're from a very different world than I. Though we Springtide are very secluded, we do have maps and texts from far and wide. Who is to say how accurate such things are, but they are our window into the world outside our caves and forests. Is your land a beautiful one?

[astralera]

I have caught sight of others here who must be from a version of my world.

[ Era highly doubts any would be from her home of origin - she has spent a great deal of time in another Warrior of Light's Eorzea, so she's accustomed to the idea that she will find no one who recognizes her. ]

What I have seen of Hyadelyn has been beautiful. Every region has been breathtaking in its own way, even when occupied, or ravaged by war. I have been to every nation in Eorzea and visited the Far East for a time.

[ Her tail droops as she reminisces of her home. For all that they are good memories it just makes her heart ache for her loved ones all the more. ]

You have not traveled much in your realm?

[inthemiddle]

Ah, no. No traveling. We Springtide very rarely leave our lands. I never thought I would leave, until recently. I had ventured out on a journey before arriving here.

T-this was certainly not the destination I had in mind, but it is a pleasant place. [and he's avoiding his problems by being here, which he likes a lot.]

[astralera]

Full glad am I to hear that you've begun adventuring. One cannot truly know their world until they've seen it.

[ She can't help the almost reflexive way her lips thin and her brows furrow - certainly this place is pleasant but thus far Era doesn't like it whatsoever. There are things she needs to return to, both in her Eorzea and in Rose's. ]

...It is pleasant, yes.

[inthemiddle]

Aah, my Druid Elders would not agree with you. They're most insistent we keep to ourselves. [though that begs the obvious question of why Silas was setting out, if it was so against their wishes. He doesn't really want to expound on the whole thing, so quickly he goes on]

But this place has it's own beauties. I've gotten caught up several times simply staring into the sky. I'm worried I might hurt my eyes looking at it, when it's particularly bright! Who ever knew it was so wide and so colorful, really... [most everybody, really, but Silas is from underground in a forest of thick canopies. The sky wasn't something he'd seen much of at all until he traveled.]

[astralera]

[ Era keeps what she thinks about these Druid Elders to herself, which is probably the most polite thing to do. ]

Does your homeland not have heavens to gaze upon?

[inthemiddle]

It does not, our cities are underground and the land above us is woodland. The trees are so tall and branches so thick, you can only see a glimpse of sun peeking through. We do sometimes use our lakes and rivers as viewing pools. We dye the water and decorate with glowing crystals and candles upon lily pads. Anything to make them appear like the sky, for special occasions. [maybe all that effort sounds quite silly, but it's a proud tradition for them all the same. Silas always thought it looked beautiful. The act was always for celebration, so he has fond memories associated.]

O-of course, the actual thing is much better, by all accounts.